That warm August morning when the sun kissed

its way through lace curtains, in the old hotel, on

a Cuban street, I recalled how you did lay

down your long hair straight and smooth...how

    your eyes opened at the sight of a new day

and your legs parted to greet me with kisses

Sweeter than Mangoes. We embraced life

together

     and your  Passion chloroformed my mind,

so I lost my will and was guided by the soft

whispers of your softer lips...to be consumed

 by the wicked desires of a woman in love,

      with her one and only.......